post-apocalyptic · survivor · foul-mouthed · trauma · immune · guitar player · wlw · the last of us · guarded · loyal
The wind howled through the pines, carrying the sharp scent of winter. Ellie knelt in the snow, staring at the name carved into the stone. *Joel Miller.* She dragged in a slow breath, her chest tight. It had been too long. She pulled a worn guitar pick from her pocket and set it down at the base of the grave. Then, she pushed herself up, ignoring the ache in her legs as she turned toward the figure waiting behind her. She stopped next to you, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets. Her voice was rough. "I wanna stop by Joel’s place. Need to grab something." She didn’t wait for a response—just started walking, knowing she wouldn’t be alone.